Under Cover Brother

The Gann Family Saga Part 1

I hope you enjoy this tale of undercover agents, criminal gangs, and family shenanigans. It starts off as an undercover tale, involving a brother and his sister, and then veers off into Misery territory as our protagonist is at the mercy of his mother. It's one of my longer stories, so if you like them shorter, you should move on. As always I look forward to your feedback. I'd like to thank PennLady for her help in editing, however all the mistakes in this story are mine and mine alone. This is also a sitcom type of story, where the characters don't always make the same choices that you and I would make in real life. Don't take it too seriously, sit back, relax and enjoy.

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Seth rechecked his weapons, and then made sure he didn't have anything on him that would link him to his real life. His continued existence depended on his anonymity. If the Vice Lords found out who he really was, he would be very, very dead after a very, very long torture session. He was on a long undercover operation that was becoming more dangerous with every passing day.

Special Agent Seth Gann had infiltrated a criminal gang that was involved in gun running, prostitution and methamphetamine trafficking. They were known as the Vice Lords, and they were part outlaw motorcycle gang and part drug cartel. They were the most dangerous, violent gang that Seth had ever heard of and he was determined to take them all down no matter the danger. He almost had enough evidence to take down the whole gang except for their leader, Big John Ford.

His superiors had wanted him to pull out before now, but Seth had persuaded them to give him one more chance to get some evidence on Big John. Tonight was going to be that last chance. The Vice Lords had invited Seth to become an official member and "Patch In" to the gang this very night. If successful, he would have unprecedented access to all of the inner workings of the Vice lords. He would be one of the few law enforcement agents that had ever infiltrated a criminal gang to this extent.

Tonight there were going to be some minor initiation rituals for him and a couple of the other, real, prospects. A prospect was a minor thug in the gang that was trying to become a full fledged member. It had taken almost a year of undercover work, but Seth was on the verge becoming a real member of the Vice Lords. There would be lots of drinking this night, and, at last, a chance to get into their club house and perhaps get some hard evidence on Big John.

Seth couldn't take a chance on wearing a wire and he knew that he might be stuck inside the club house for a full day and night. The plan was that if his commanding officer hadn't received word from Seth within forty-eight hours they were going to raid the clubhouse and get what they could; end of operation. It had taken a lot of convincing to even get that much time from his superiors.

The hardest part about this undercover operation was the separation from his real life, and especially his family. He was really missing his mother and sister. Seth decided to call his mother before heading out. He hadn't seen anyone in his family for weeks and just couldn't chance that someone from the gang might be tailing him with the initiating coming up. He couldn't his about his assignment and why he hadn't been around.

"Hello," his mother answered on the first ring.

"Hey, it's me."

"Seth!" she squealed into the phone. "I haven't seen you in weeks. Are you avoiding me because of what I said about that girl you'd been seeing?"

"No, it's nothing like that, Mom."

"Don't lie to your mother," she said laughing a little. "I just didn't like her. That's all, but it doesn't mean I'm mad at you or judging you or anything. Why don't you come over tomorrow and I'll make us all a big spaghetti dinner like I used to. Bring HER, if you like."

Seth wasn't seeing anyone. His mom had caught him hanging out with one of the girls from the clubhouse, once before. "Thanks, Mom," Seth said, feeling worse than ever for the lie he was about to tell his own mother. "I can't. I'm working the graveyard shift tonight and then I've got to go over to California tomorrow for a two-day training session and I'm NOT seeing Candy. Can I get a rain check for next weekend?"

"I guess," his mom said. "You sure have been working a lot lately. If I didn't know better, I'd still say you were avoiding me."

Seth hated this part of undercover work the most. He could handle the danger and stress and endless piles of paperwork, but he hated being pulled away from his family. This was one reason that he had never married or had any children.

He had always been extremely close to his mother, especially since the sudden death of his father a few years past. It had been tough on everyone, bringing Seth and his mother closer together. His father's death, however, had caused his sister, Millie, to pull away from them. She always seemed to be getting into trouble and he had just found out that his sister was stripping at O'Malley's on the edge of town. He had been hoping to spend some time with his sister and try to get through to her, but that would have to wait until after this investigation was complete.

"Seth? Are you still there?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. I was just drifting away thinking about how good your spaghetti is going to be next weekend. Can you make that special garlic bread?"

"Yes, and you had better show up this time or I will know that you are avoiding me. Besides, that will just leave more for Millie and me. You know that she misses you as much as I do, right?"

"I know Mom," Seth lied. He hadn't known that. At least his mother and sister were talking again. That was good news. "Tell her that I can't wait to see her. Are you going to see her tonight?"

"Heavens, no," Seth's mom said, exasperated. "She's working late tonight like you. I've been watching the baby for her though. Millie's working so much that I've barely seen her in weeks except when she drops the baby off, but I have been talking to her again. She's coming around I think, but we need you, Seth. I think we all need to get this family whole again. Well...as much as we can."

"I know Mom. I know. Look, I've got to go, I'm running late, but I'll call you this week and I'll be there for sure next weekend. Bye."

"Bye honey."

Seth put his cell phone away, after clearing all of his call history. He went out and fired up the old mustang that was his undercover car. Most of the gang members either drove beat-up muscle cars or motorcycles. It was only the upper ranks of the gang that drove expensive cars or brand new Harleys.

Big John alternated between a chromed-out Super Glide and a brand new black Corvette. Seth wasn't anywhere near the top. In fact tonight was his ceremony for just being an official part of the gang. His car had to look the part of a low-end criminal, and it did. So did Seth. His hair was long and he had a shaggy goatee, and he wore old jeans and a T-shirt under a leather vest with the word "prospect" on the back.

Driving towards the club house, Seth's thoughts turned to his sister, Millie. He hadn't seen her in about a month and that wasn't a pleasant memory. He had gone to her house to pick up something for his mom. When Millie answered the door, her eyes were glassed over and she reeked of alcohol.

It took her a few seconds to focus and recognize who was at the door. She was still wearing a skimpy outfit from her job at O'Malley's and it didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her incredibly large breasts were ready to burst out of her top. His gaze had lingered on Millie's chest longer than it should have, but she didn't seem to notice. They didn't say a word to each other that day, and Seth couldn't get the image of his disheveled sister or her straining breasts out of his head.

It was near seven o'clock in the evening, when Seth pulled up to the Vice Lords' club house. The parking lot out front was fuller than usual and heavy metal music was already blasting inside. It was definitely going to be a crazy night. He just hoped that he lived through it.

Seth walked into the club house, ready for anything. The heavy chords of Slayer washed over him from the speakers in the corners by the club house bar. There were about twenty full-patch members of the Vice Lords drinking, dancing, making out with sleazy girls, or playing pool or darts. Several of them came over to Seth, clapping him on the shoulder and telling Seth that this was going to be one of the best nights of his life.

Seth got a beer from one of the newer prospects and drained half of it in one swig. He was already having second thoughts about this. He'd heard stories about previous initiations. He barely had time to recollect what he had heard when Big John bellowed Seth's name from the back room, the secret room that only full members were allowed to enter. It was called The Church. Taking a deep breath and then draining the rest of his beer, Seth walked back to face his destiny.

Big John Ford sat on his "throne" and watched Seth walk into the inner sanctum of the Vice Lords. All of the full-patch members of the gang were inside and two of them closed the door and locked it behind Seth. Seth noticed with relief that he wasn't the only member being initiated. There were three other prospective members standing in front of Big John. Seth lined up next to them. He recognized all three of them as petty criminals that he had seen and worked with before. They all nodded at each other and then turned to face the Throne.

The Throne was a large chair carved out of an enormous, single piece of wood. Probably a redwood, Seth thought to himself, although he didn't know anything about wood. It was intricately carved and decorated with a pirate-like, skull and crossbones insignia and stained a dark red. Big John stared down at them. He was one of the largest and ugliest men that Seth had ever laid eyes on. Big and ugly, but definitely not stupid and not someone you ever wanted to cross.

Big John slammed his fist down on the edge of his throne with a loud bang and the room fell silent. All eyes were on Big John and he in turn was staring long and hard at each of the four prospects lined up in front of him. After a moment he spoke; his loud voice echoing throughout the room.

"I've been watching you boys closely for the last few months, and I think you're ready. You've proven your value to this club and to me and you've all put in your time."

The room murmured its approval of Big John's words. Big John spoke to each prospect, highlighting his achievements. Finally he came to Seth.

"Seth," he said smiling. "You're the newest one here, but you've already proven your worth to me. Your ideas on streamlining our gun running operation and meth labs have been outstanding and you've proven yourself in other ways too."

Then he looked up and addressed the entire room. He pulled his .357 Magnum from his holster, holding it up for the whole room to see.

"There are three tests to join the Vice Lords," Big John said, setting his massive handgun on the armrest of his throne. "Fail to pass any one of them and I'll end your life right here and right now. If you can't pass, then you aren't worthy to be here and you've wasted my time. I won't abide that shit." He spat on the floor as he spoke. "Begin!"

At this command, twenty Vice Lord members in the room attacked the four prospects in front of Big John. Seth was punched in the face and knocked to the floor where he was kicked and stomped on repeatedly. Somehow, he was able to regain his feet and start fighting back. Seth proceeded to punch one member in the jaw, knocking him to his feet and then front kicked another, who tripped and sprawled over the first member Seth had knocked down. This temporary victory was short lived, as Seth was swarmed by members and pummeled to the ground again. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Big John yelled, "Stop!"

Seth slowly got to his feet. Nothing felt broken and he still had all his teeth, but every inch of his body hurt and he could feel blood dripping down his face from several cuts there. That was one hell of an initiation, Seth thought. One of the prospects was moaning on the ground holding his hands over his nose. The other two had gotten back up on their feet with Seth and stood in front of Big John again.

"Get up," Big John yelled at the man on the ground.

"Fuck this shit!" The prospect yelled back, getting to his knees, blood pouring out of his ruined nose. "It's broken! I didn't sign up for this shit. I'm leaving. Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!" Big John replied, shooting the man right in the center of the chest. The prospect was flung onto his back by the shot. His body twitched a few times in defiance, and then stopped.

"Get that scum out of here," Big John ordered. Several members dragged the dead prospect from a door in the side of the room.

Seth stood up a little taller in front of Big John. It took all he had not to glare at the man. Seth knew that to do so would show disrespect and would surely mean that the next bullet out of that monster hand gun would be aimed at him. Seth was boiling with rage inside; he had just witnessed murder. He vowed to himself that he would get Big John if it was the last thing he did. Seth recalled the name of the prospect that had been murdered was Shorty.

"That always weeds out the pussies." Big John roared with laughter. "Next test," he yelled again. "This one weeds out the cops."

"Oh shit," Seth thought. Oh shit was right. Through the same side door that they had dragged Shorty's body out of, a scantily-clad woman emerged holding a large mirror. On it were twelve lines of white powder. Seth knew there would be consequences if he did any illegal drugs, but he'd be one dead agent if he didn't do what was expected of him. He had to do this. The agency would understand. This was life or death.

When the lines were presented to him, he snorted his four without hesitation, It was either cocaine or meth, maybe mixed with something else. Instantly regretting it, feeling dizzy and lightheaded and wishing he had a beer to help take away the edge, Seth grabbed his chest. He was a bit worried that his heart was going to explode and burst right out of it! The room spun. There was definitely something else in those lines.

Big John spoke.

"You've all done well, boys, and even though that last test had a little extra kick to it, I don't think any of ya is gonna die. If you do, you weren't tough enough to join with us any ways. I think you'll like the last test though. It's really the last test of manliness, isn't it? You've got to do a woman in front of the rest of us. I don't care what hole you stick it in, but you've got to take care of business. If you can't finish the job, then I guess that means that you don't trust your brothers, and I can't abide that shit either. Bring them in."

The side door opened and three girls came in. "I'll pick your girls for you." Big John said with a big gap toothed grin.

The girls were standing in the shadows at the edge of the room and Seth couldn't really make them out. "Shit," Seth muttered under his breath. He knew the types of girls that hung out at the club house and he didn't have a rubber with him. Could he even get it up in front of all of these thugs, with a used-up meth whore, knowing that he was probably going to get some kind of VD? He was yanked out of his thoughts by Big John's booming voice again.

"Bobby, you get the black one. That should be a good test for you." A beautiful, yet too-thin black girl came over to the prospect on Seth's right and instantly they started kissing, hands roaming over each other's bodies. She didn't seem so bad, Seth thought. He might make it out of this yet, and with his pecker in one piece.

"Wayne, you get the old one." Big John and the rest of the room roared with laughter. An old, used up, woman walked into the room. Seth could see that she must have lived a very rough life and he could tell by the way that she swung her arms around as she walked, that she was definitely a tweaker. Wayne, however, seemed very pleased by his girl and pulled his faded jeans down to his ankles. The old whore dropped to her knees and sucked Wayne's rapidly-hardening dick into her mostly toothless mouth.

"Seth, you lucked out tonight. You get Millie. I hope you like em a little plumper. Come on out, Millie," Big John bellowed.

Seth, reeling from the drugs in his system, started laughing and almost yelled back how funny that was, because he had a sister named Millie too. "Pull your self together Seth," he said under his breath. The room was spinning and he couldn't think straight. There was much, much more in those lines than just cocaine, Seth thought as the last girl came forward.

Seth instantly recognized the girl that walked forward. That long, curly auburn hair, those wide green eyes and those massive tits, bouncing under her tight tube top belonged to his sister. Millie walked up in front of him, eyes widening in recognition and horror, as she looked up at Seth. She let out a soft gasp as she mouthed the word "No." Seth just stood there staring back at her.

Big John picked up his gun. "What's the matter, boy? Don't like girls?"

"No...I mean yes!" Seth stumbled on his words. "My head's spinning. I got this," he yelled, lying to everyone in the room, including himself. He did not have this shit at all, and didn't think he could even touch his sister right now. He was a dead man. As he glanced down at his sister's jutting breasts and large nipples poking against the fabric of her top, his cock had other ideas and started hardening.

"No," Seth muttered, silently willing his cock to deflate. His cock wouldn't listen.

Millie looked up at her brother, knowing that this was a life or death situation. She closed the distance between them pressing her body against his and kissing him on the lips and then tracing kisses down to his neck. When she was right next to his ear, she whispered. "I'm so sorry...this is so fucked up...let me get you off with my hand...it won't count as...you know...we have to..." Millie looked like she was going to cry as she took a little step back and then she surprised Seth and pulled her tube top down. Her heavy boobs falling free.

Seth was now painfully hard, straining against his tight jeans, despite the fact that it was his sister who stood in front of him, topless. "Fuck..." he mouthed. He couldn't take his eyes off of her huge, heavy breasts. They were amazing. Her nipples were long and thick and looked like they were harder than his cock!

Millie grabbed Seth's hands and placed them on her breasts and then she started undoing his jeans. The crowd in the room was going wild watching the show. Bobby had the black girl bent over a table, and was fucking her furiously from behind. From the noises she was making, she was enjoying it just as much as he was. Wayne had already finished and was drinking a beer against the far wall. Big John was still on his throne watching Seth and Millie intently. His hand never left his gun.

"Oh!" Millie exclaimed, as she pulled Seth's jeans and underwear down to his knees, freeing his cock. Millie seemed surprised that it was so big and so hard already. It was already leaking precum and throbbing menacingly. She stroked it tightly as she resumed kissing him; hoping that she could make him cum with her hand. It wouldn't count as incest this way. Her hand slid over the tip of his cock and then all the way down his thick shaft coating him with his own precum.

"You better get to fucking, Seth. I'm beginning to think you're funny," Big John shouted. He was notoriously ill-tempered and violent. If he thought for a second that someone was trying to pull something over on him, he was deadly. "You know, I don't abide no funny shit!"